Autumn's Newcomer Chapter 7: Of Rock and of Roll, an artemis fowl fanfic

Chapter 6

Of Rock and of Roll

Ah, well I guess I was off to a good start so far. I pulled my headphones out from the cupboard I had hidden them in a flurry to actually make my room clean. I pulled out my Incubus CD. Time for some ROCK…

I thought about the job I was applying for. I mean, I actually THOUGHT about it. What was I doing? If I really was good…why weren't they telling me right up front? And was the Artemis guy…no…no he couldn't be…

Was this guy my victim?

Noo…no no no…! Why me?! WHY ME?!!

I flicked through my CD and found my favorite song. I took the CD out and out it in the computer that was in the room. Sweet…my own computer, I thought to myself. Well, technically it wasn't mine…but who cares? It was most obviously on loan to me as long as I stayed here, seeing as it WAS in MY room? I went to the Start Menu. I clicked on Programs and scanned the list. There it was!

Windows Media Player.

I laughed. This was getting better by the minute! I just want to tell you before I go on any further…I like talking to myself. It's a weird habit, yeah I know, but I can't out of it. Honestly, I really have tried! I just can't.

I started up Windows Media Player, switched the settings so it matched my taste (flames of course), and clicked on song number one: Megalomaniac. "YES!!" I yelled, then looked around thinking maybe there were cameras around. I didn't want to get caught looking like a retard.

"I wonder what the hell that means." I asked myself. So I decided I would find out. I clicked on Encarta Dictionary Tools and typed in 'megalomania'. Here's what it said.

Meg.a.lo.ma.ni.a

Noun

greed for power: the enjoyment of having power over other people and the craving for more of it (disapproving) PSYCHIATRY psychiatric disorder with delusions of power: a psychiatric disorder in which the patient experiences delusions of great power and importance

There you have it. Maybe I should burn this CD for Miss Magnoliana hehe.

So I contented myself with turning up the volume to almost Max on the computer and blasting my favorite song as many times as possible. I also sang along. (Another annoying habit of mine, I fear.) I started unpacking more stuff. I did it at a hurried pace, just in case any more people decided to randomly barge into my room. I put my zebra-print slippers under the bed, my pajamas at the foot of the bed, my clothes in the top drawer of the dresser, my pants and shorts and skirts and bottom stuff in the second drawer, and my "other stuff" under my bed. You know…just in case some dumbass decides to raid my room as a stupid prank.

I went into the bathroom and put my toiletries away in the cabinets and on the counter. I got my Pantene and Herbal Essences shampoos out and set them carefully inside the shower on a clear, plastic shelf. I looked around the room three times in search of any hidden cameras; I was unable to find any. (Thank God.)

I ran the shower, undressed, and stepped in. Hot showers are the best after a day of stressful top-secret agent work. Really. I began to think about weird stuff and the manor I was staying in. What if my room was haunted? Shit. I had to stay in a haunted room once; it was in this creepy lighthouse. Or, at least, I THOUGHT it was haunted. Yes indeed…if my room was already occupied by something unknown, I would certainly request a different room, as perfect as this one is at the current moment.

I heard my music blasting as I was rinsing my hair. Did I leave my music on? That's funny…I remember turning it off, I thought, panicking. Maybe my room really WAS haunted. (Happy thoughts…happy thoughts…)

Or maybe my socks really DO smell that bad.

Oh well, whatever the case, I decided, hesitantly, to go turn the CD off and see what the problem was. I hurriedly stepped out of the shower and dried myself off. I pulled on a black tank top with a green and yellow flame on and a pair of faded light blue jeans. I stepped out of the bathroom to find…

My room really WAS occupied.

Just not by the undead.